Chapter 966 Her Unique Memory

Give new life to a broken arm?

In fact, Leng Zhiyuan had already guessed that Zhou Yao chopped off Ye Ziyi's right arm at sea ten years ago, but now Ye Ziyi's right arm is intact and does not appear to be injured at all.

There must be an expert behind Ye Ziyi.

This world is full of wonders, like Han Xuan who knows how to disguise herself, but the old man in black robes in front of him actually has a pair of magical hands.

When Leng Zhiyuan was stunned, she felt a black coat draped over her shoulders, and a gentle voice sounded in her ears, "Wear more clothes, be careful not to catch a cold."

It's Ye Ziyi.

Leng Zhiyuan didn't look at him, she just raised her eyes and looked into the distance, "How long are you going to lock me up?"

"Zhiyuan, this is not a pass. You will like it here in the future. It will be like spring here all year round, and we will be very happy."

"Happiness?" Leng Zhiyuan raised the corners of his lips, "So for the happiness you want, will you take...my memory?"

Like the daughter of the middle-aged couple just now.

Ye Ziyi stood beside Leng Zhiyuan with his hands behind his hands. He glanced at the woman's pale and delicate face, and then uttered one word, "Yes."

He wanted her to remember only him.

Leng Zhiyuan was not surprised. He would definitely let the high priest take her memory. She didn't say anything, but turned and left.

…

The high priest came soon, and Leng Zhiyuan sat beside the bed. When the high priest's calloused palms, like the gears of life, waved in front of her, she felt sleepy, her eyelids were heavy, and she wanted to close her eyes. Upper eyes.

But she squeezed her fists tightly and dug her nails into her palms. She used the pain to tell herself not to close her eyes, not to close her eyes!

Ye Ziyi stood outside the room and waited. Ten minutes later, the high priest came out. The high priest shook his head frequently, "Mr. Ye, Miss Leng's perseverance is unparalleled. She guarded the door of her heart tightly and refused to be opened. This time she did not succeed. "

Ye Ziyi nodded, with a gentle smile on his face, "She is a very special woman. It is definitely impossible to succeed at one time, but the high priest's rebirth technique is superb. I believe that as long as the high priest perseveres, slowly, she will be able to succeed." Yes, she will definitely fade those memories, we have plenty of time.”

The high priest smiled and said, "Mr. Ye, please rest assured that no human force can compete with divine power. As long as I have time, I will definitely complete my mission."

Ye Ziyi, a gentleman, elegantly made a compilation to express his gratitude.

The high priest leaves.

Ye Ziyi stood in front of the window and looked into the room. Leng Zhiyuan was sitting at the desk. She took out a pencil from the pen holder and wrote in a small notebook.

She wrote very carefully stroke by stroke, and that half of her beautiful face was bathed in tenderness. She slowly wrote on the paper---Zhou Yao.

After finishing one, she continued to write the second, the third...

She wanted to carve this name deeply into her soul.

She knew that her memory would slip away from her fingers like quicksand, but she wanted to remember him, even if she only remembered his name, no one could take away this exclusive memory about him from her life.

…

For a whole month, Leng Zhiyuan admitted that her life was very nourishing and comfortable. She had dedicated people to take care of her food, clothing, housing and transportation. Ye Ziyi did not restrict her freedom. She could move freely on this beautiful island.

But there was one thing. The high priest came every seven days. She already felt that her upright heart was about to slowly collapse, and the enemy was about to break in.

She would write Zhou Yao's name every day, and she would think about what he was doing now. She knew he must be looking for her, and she knew he would not give up on her.

But when can he come?

Yezi Yi ordered people to take away all the paper and ink in the room. She didn't mind. She went outside to find a stone. She sat on the bed and used the stone to carve names on the wall one stroke at a time. Zhou Yao...

Then one day, she went out for a walk. She couldn't even find the stone. It didn't matter. She went back to her room and spread out her white palms. She wrote Zhou Yao's name on her palms with her index finger.

At this time, there was a "squeak" and the door was pushed open.

Ye Ziyi walked in.

She didn't raise her head, but just smiled, "Yasi, don't you knock on the door when you enter other people's rooms? Where is your gentlemanly upbringing?"

Ye Ziyi knew what she was writing at a glance, so he stepped forward and came to her side, "Zhiyuan, stop writing, it's useless, you will forget him sooner or later. Give up, tonight is a good day, Let’s celebrate together.”

"Oh, what a good day?"

"The day you and I get married."

Leng Zhiyuan froze, then she slowly raised her head to look at him. Although she was smiling, there was no smile in her eyes, "Yasi, are you kidding me, wedding? Me and you?"

Ye Ziyi reached out and touched her face. He was fascinated by the smoothness of her skin. "The wedding ceremony was prepared a month ago. You will become the mistress of this island tonight."

The smile on Leng Zhiyuan's face couldn't be stretched, and his intimate behavior made her even more disgusted. "Let go!" She turned to avoid him.

But she couldn't hide, because Ye Ziyi suddenly stretched out two fingers and clasped her chin. As soon as she moved, he increased the force, and she immediately twisted her eyebrows in pain.

The man bent down, and his tone was as gentle as ever, but very dangerous, "Zhiyuan, one month is the maximum deadline I give you, don't test my patience again, okay?"

Leng Zhiyuan met his gaze coldly, "What, you want to kill me?"

"I can't bear to leave." Ye Ziyi kissed her red lips gently, "You don't have to attend the wedding ceremony. I don't think you want to attend it either. You just need to wait for me in bed tonight!"

Ye Ziyi let go of her and turned to leave.

The moment the door closed, Leng Zhiyuan felt sick, and a sour water rose in her chest. She quickly ran to the bathroom and vomited while holding the toilet.

Why did she vomit so much?

She touched her chest with her hand and felt her stomach churning, and she vomited all the sour water.

She wiped her red lips hard, and there was still the smell of Ye Ziyi on her lips.

It must be this smell that made her disgusted and want to vomit.

Leng Zhiyuan felt as if all her strength had been taken away. She collapsed on the ground, and her lower abdomen felt a little uncomfortable. She reached out and touched it.

Her brain was working quickly. What should she do? She couldn't hide tonight?

Now Ye Ziyi was the knife and she was the fish. This island trapped her like an iron cage, and there were his spies outside. She couldn't escape.

No, she won't surrender!

Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, she will give it a try.

Leng Zhiyuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

...

In a blink of an eye, it was dark, and it was night. Leng Zhiyuan sat alone in the room waiting. It was very lively outside. She could vaguely hear the sound of firecrackers, music, and laughter.